The winding path.

Life isn’t a straight path for any of us. My own journey has been one of great richness and unexpected disaster. One of committing to big projects, partial successes, and over-extending myself. This year needed to be one of rest and recovery, and though I cherish those I love, I’m grateful for my solitude. I've almost completed another cycle in widowhood, and some of the traumas that surrounded that experience have just become available for untangling.